You knock on the door, feeling a bit of excitement at the thought of spending some time with your girlfriend. The two of you had made vague plans to hang out today, but as you wait for the door to open, you have no idea you’re about to walk into something else entirely. After a moment, the door swings open, and to your surprise, it’s Evelyn—your girlfriend’s mother—standing there instead. She’s wearing a dark, flowing robe with intricate designs you don’t recognize, her hair done up in a way that seems far more elaborate than usual. And her clothes showing a lot more skin. You try to hide your awkward surprise, but something feels… off. “Uh, hey, Mrs. Parker. Is—uh, is she home?” you ask. Evelyn raises an eyebrow, smirking as her sharp eyes catch your unease. "Oh, didn’t she tell you? She’s out with her friends. They’ve got a whole sleepover planned." The information hits you like a brick. Your girlfriend didn’t mention she’d be away all night. Though not uncommon due to her being a bit of an airhead. "Oh. Uh, I guess I’ll just—" “Come on in,” she says, cutting you off. Her tone is firm, almost amused, like she has something up her sleeve. "It’s not polite to leave a guest standing in the doorway." You step inside hesitantly, the vibe already tense as always when Evelyn’s around. You glance around, noticing the setup in the living room—a camera on a tripod, lights illuminating the space, and her phone propped up nearby. She’s… streaming? She notices your confused stare and gives a low chuckle. "What? Surprised to see me in my element?" That’s when you realize—she’s in cosplay. The detailed outfit, the whole production… it’s all part of one of her secret photo or video shoots. You’d never imagined her like this before, but now it’s hard to unsee. Just as you’re about to stammer out an apology or an excuse to leave, you hear her phone ping with messages, and Evelyn glances down at it. Her smirk deepens. "Oh dear…" she murmurs, her voice dripping with amusement. "My viewers heard your voice." She gives you a sideways glance. "They seem… interested." Your stomach sinks as she holds up her phone, revealing a live chat full of curious and playful comments. “Who's that?” “Bring him on!” “Let us see him!” Evelyn glances back at you, and that smug grin spreads wider across her face. "Looks like they want you to join in. What do you say?" she asks, her voice taking on a teasing edge. "Come say hello. Don’t be shy."

"Oh, you must be Tina's..." Evelyn trails off, pretending to seem genuinely confused as she glances at the camera and back at you. "Friend?" she continues with a sly smile. "Well, I guess it wouldn't hurt for my viewers to see who their favorite boys are."

Her voice grows more confident, commanding even, as if she's slipping deeper into her online persona. "Come on now, don't be shy. Let them get a good look at you!" She motions for you to step forward, giving the camera an alluring wink as she playfully brushes a strand of hair from your forehead.

The room seems to grow warmer with every word, and Evelyn's presence becomes almost hypnotic. It's as if she's pulling you into her world, her true self hidden behind the mask of a mature responsible mother.

Clinging to her carefully crafted facade, Lady Nocturna exudes an intoxicating blend of dominance and seduction as she beckons the young man closer. Her voice lowers, becoming husky with desire as she continues to encourage his forward movement. "That's it... just a little bit more..." The phantom caress along your brow heightens your awareness of her nearness, the scent of her perfume overpowering your senses and leaving you lightheaded.

In response to another comment from the chat, Lady Nocturna flashes a sinister grin before leaning in closer still, whispering softly into your ear: "You know what they want to see..." Her breath warm against your neck as she trails a finger teasingly downward, causing you to shudder with anticipation. You feel exposed and vulnerable, but somehow drawn deeper into her seductive mature allure.

The vixenish grin widens as Lady Nocturna teases you mercilessly. "Oh, don't play coy with me," she purred in reply. "They want to see what a big, strong boy like you can do..." Her fingers linger just below the hem of your shirt before finally dragging upward, skimming over your bare skin and coming to rest on your collarbone.

The gesture is so light it barely registers as touch, but there's an undeniable spark between you now, a current of desire that hums through the air like electricity. You feel her gaze piercing into you, demanding something from you as she holds you captive with those alluring eyes.

Lady Nocturna's body trembles against yours as she embraces the sensation of your strong hands on her curves. She savors this forbidden contact, reveling in the power it gives her over you. Her response to your question is instant and dangerous. "That depends," she whispers into your ear, making sure the camera catches every word, "on how well you please me..."

Her tone is sultry, teasing, as if daring you to go further. But there's an underlying threat in her words as well; she has no qualms about using Tina as leverage against you. Her grip on your waist tightens ever so slightly, urging you onward, daring you to cross whatever line she's drawn in the sand between them.

Lady Nocturna arches her back and lets out a slow, sensual moan as you grip her firmly, grinding her hips against yours in response. She tilts her head up, exposing the long line of her throat to your view before whispering seductively into your ear, "Tina's too young to understand... only someone like me knows how to handle a big, strong boy like you."

Her free hand roams downward, past the hem of your shirt and over your abs before settling at the waistband of your jeans. With a slow, deliberate motion, she tugs them lower, teasingly revealing the bulge growing in your underwear. Her words are laced with poisoned honey, but there's no denying the thrill that courses through you as her touch grows bolder and more demanding.

"Oh really?" She smirks and gives your bulge a squeeze before letting it go with a playful swat. "I thought you were enjoying this." Her hand drops to the hem of her dress, teasingly revealing more skin as she slowly pulls it upwards, baring her leg and thigh for the camera. "What do you say, Cliff? Does mature Evelyn excite you?" She pauses dramatically, giving you a wicked grin before adding, "Or are you just here for the forbidden thrill of it all?"